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>> mathematics , césar
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The boy looked at him coldly-which made Jakob shiver. Not a prank person, huh? He spoke in monotone as he pushed Jakob away with one woolen hand. “I don’t have one.” Jakob moved right back into his personal bubble-giving him an ‘are you kidding’ face. Who didn’t have a name? Or at least something they liked to be called. “Sure. And I’m not the master of pranks.” He said sarcastically, smirking at the blonde-haired boy. “Tell me your name, or…” He thought for a second. “I guess I’ll have to call you pixie-dust-pants.” He laughed a bit wildly at his new nickname for his friend. “Or…” He chuckled a bit maliciously, “I might just have to call you that anyways! It’s too good!”
“And I don’t care what your thing is. It doesn’t make me your toy, unlike you seem to believe.” Jakob stared at him-what a priss! “Hey, I never said that,” Jakob said, somewhat defensive. Sure, he saw the world as one big playground, but he saw most as a “playmate” rather than “plaything”. If the boy in front of him could stop acting like someone p-ssed in his cereal, he’d be a lot more fun. “Again, it was only a goof.” He seemed a bit more confident now, letting go of the shelf and retrieving the school guidebook. Oh! Jakob had one of those too, but he was pretty sure he’d thrown it in the mess under his bed. “About your next prank, would you mind if I make a suggestion?” Jakob perked up, his eyes brightening-this was more like it!
“If attention is all you seek, I would put that time to looking a little more worth of it.” Jakob jerked back, offended. “I’ll have you know that plenty of girls-and boys think I’m worthy of their attention,” Jakob said, smirking smugly. “And since you’re still talking to me, maybe you think that too?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively. As the blond boy fumbled and then stared up, Jakob looked up as well. The boy’s muffler was hovering above their heads, just a bit out of Jakob’s reach. “I’d like that back, please.” He was staring at Jakob, as if expecting something. Rolling his eyes a bit, Jakob shifted to stand, then a lightbulb went off in his head. “Not so fast. What will you give me?” His eyes were filled with excitement and greed.
orp >> @edelgard Poil de Carotte I- I just know that means redhead or something I’m dyingggg- also, I am sorry to ask, but I do not know what a muffler is, and was wondering if you could explain 
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